A rugby league fan is drinking in a Yorkshire bar, whenhe gets a call on his mobile phone. He hangs up, grinningfrom ear to ear, and orders a round of drinks foreverybody in the bar, announcing his wife has just givenbirth to a typical Yorkshire baby boy weighing 25 pounds.

Nobody can believe that any new baby can weigh in at 25pounds, but the rugby fan just shrugs and replies, 'That'sabout average in Yorkshire... like I said, my boy's atypical Yorkshire baby boy. Gonna be a rugby league player.' Congratulations showered him from all around, amidmany exclamations of 'WOW!' One woman actuallyfainted due to sympathy pains.

Two weeks later, he returns to the bar. The bartendersays, 'Say, aren't you the father of that typical Yorkshirebaby that weighed 25 pounds at birth?Everybody's been making bets about how big he'd be intwo weeks. So, how much does he weigh now?'

The proud father answers, 'Twenty pounds.'The bartender is puzzled, concerned and a littlesuspicious. 'What happened? He already weighed 25pounds the day he was born!'

The Yorkshireman takes a slow swig of his Samuel Smith's Bitter Beer,wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans into the bartender and proudly says,